Waiting for her Call

She said wait for my call

And as I sit here thinking

With a whirlwind in my head yet eyes unblinking

Reminiscing the exact moment of my fall

I can think of no good reason not to bawl

About love, women and the unfairness of it all

For is love really spring among seasons

A pleasure so unique amongst life’s many renditions

That it could make a practical man lose all reason

And make him bet everything on her toss or her roll

I hear the mocking sound of a clock chiming away

Belittling my vigil, its amusement echoing in this hall

For every second is a clap and every minute a slap

To the faith of this furiously expectant idiot of a chap

And yet he restrains himself, from banging his head on the wall

For he has been told

To wait for her call

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